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A time for everything. Letting Go. ♥
a nightmare
Freitag, April 28, 2006
cHaRoN posted at 10:59 AM

haiz. it was in my house... my dad, or this uncle, was doing this experiment... inside this lab look alike. in this room still consisted of me and my cousin, when she was still little, with the maid holding her in her hands. all of a sudden, the experiment was failing, and my dad asked me to quickly get out of the hse first. i did.

within a few seconds after i got out, explosion. then fire. next, after a while, they carried out bodies of my cousin and the maid.

dunno why my father still ard. and my mum too. lost my laptop, lost the hp. nuthing left. but why was i like tt? i felt i shouldn't have left them inside. but i din go back.

bare.

lived in the burnt hse, sleeping on the bare ground. wearing the same clothes. dad was already not clean shaven. we looked hagged but i think we got used to each other. i once forgot to lock the door, my dad scolded me. what for? an empty hse...

--- end of dream ---

ur home is where ur heart is. where's urs?

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